The Tudor Shakespeare . thy nurses! Wolves and bears, they their savageness aside, have doneLike offices of pity. Sir, be prosperous ^-? In more than this deed does require ! And bless-ing 190Against this cruelty fight on thy thing, condemnd to loss ! Exit [vnth the babe].Leon. No, Ill not rear Anothers issue. Enter a Servant. Serv. Please your Highness, posts From those you sent to the oracle are comeAn hour since. Cleomenes and Dion, 195 Being well arrivd from Delphos, are both landed,Hasting to the court. [1.] Lord. So please you, sir, their speed Hath been beyond acco
The Tudor Shakespeare . thy nurses! Wolves and bears, they their savageness aside, have doneLike offices of pity. Sir, be prosperous ^-? In more than this deed does require ! And bless-ing 190Against this cruelty fight on thy thing, condemnd to loss ! Exit [vnth the babe].Leon. No, Ill not rear Anothers issue. Enter a Servant. Serv. Please your Highness, posts From those you sent to the oracle are comeAn hour since. Cleomenes and Dion, 195 Being well arrivd from Delphos, are both landed,Hasting to the court. [1.] Lord. So please you, sir, their speed Hath been beyond accompt. Sc. Ill 49 i^on. Twenty-three days They have been absent; tis good speed ; foretellsThe great Apollo suddenly will have 200 ^\^.«-*The truth of this appear. Prepare you, lords ;Summon a session, that we may arraignOur most disloyal lady, for, as she hathBeen publicly accusd, so shall she haveA just and open trial. While she lives 205 My heart will be a burden to me. Leave me,And think upon my bidding. Exeunt,, K. L ACT THIRD ^ SCENB I [A street in a Sicilian town.\Enter Cleomenes and Dion. Cleo. The climates delicate, the air most the isle, the temple much surpassingThe common praise it bears. Dion. I shall report. For most it caught me, the celestial habits,Methinks I so should term them, and the reverenceOf the grave wearers. O, the sacrifice ! 6 How ceremonious, solemn, and unearthlyIt was i the offering ! Cleo. But of all, the burst And the ear-deafning voice o the to Joves thunder, so sm-prisd my sense, 10That I was nothing. Dion. If the event o the journey Prove as successful to the Queen, — O bet so ! —As it hath been to us rare, pleasant, speedy,The time is worth the use ont. Cleo. ^- Great Apollo Turn all to the best! These proclamations, 15So forcing faults upon Hermione,I little like. SO -—ScTii W^t Miinm*^ ®aU 51 Dion. The violent carriage of it Will clear or end the business. When the oracle,Thus by Apollos great divine seald u
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